Robert's Flightless Bird In Twilight

I was a quick, wet boy Diving too deep for coins All of your street light eyes Wide on my plastic toys Then when the cops closed the fair I cut my long, baby hair And stole me a dog-eared map And called for you everywhere Have I found you Flightless bird, jealous, weeping Or […]

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Feb 2010
AUTHOR sehbir
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